Hello, hello! Do you remember me? Or should I ask, do you remember my story? I hope you do, because this new chapter is up! Yay for me, who *aham* forced helself *aham* decided to write. Anyway, forget I've been a lousy writer and keep reading like you remember exactly what happened in the previous chapter :)

Chapter 30
Asking is the Easy Part

"Stay here and you'll see." He smirks.

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Friday morning the only thing that kept me from falling asleep in class was the fact that every time Mrs. Matthews spoke (which was all the time) I was reminded that she went to school with my father. Saying it was weird is saying the least, because I kept imagining a small girl in two blonde braids and glasses spinning in circles holding hands with a younger version of my father. That version I only saw at my grandmas family album.

Tired of not being able to pay attention, I turned over my notebook and wrote on the very last page,

mrs matthews went to school with my father

and showed it to Uriah, who tried to contain his laugh. Under that he wrote,

r u serious? did they d8?

I read the note and the image I had in my head was replaced by another. An older Mrs. Matthews with her loose hair but her same glasses, holding hands with an older version of my father with more and much darker hair. And my brain must have thought that that wasn't enough, because right after, they both kissed and I was beyond disgusted.

I looked to Mrs. Matthews who thankfully was writing on the board and pinched Uriah with all my strength. He jerked his arm back.

"What?" He whispered.

"Imagine your father making out with Mrs. Matthews and then we'll talk about what."

He furrows his brows but then looks at Mrs. Matthews, trying to pay attention. But that didn't work out very well. After a while Uriah looks at me, pulls my notebook from under my arm and scribbles,

8u

I look at that for a while. Why does he write like that? Why can't he just write "hate" instead of an actual eight? I don't judge him for writing "u" or "r" but when he mixes numbers and letters, it really gets on my nerves. Even though I hate when he writes like that I quickly write on his own notebook,

8u2 :P

"May I clean the board?" Mrs. Matthews asks, bringing us both back to real world.

I look at the board and realize I am well behind on whatever we're learning about. No wonder I received a C yesterday.

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I sit next to Tobias at lunch, just in time to hear Uriah say to Zeke, "Tris made me imagine dad making out with Mrs. Matthews in the middle of class."

Zeke choked on the carrot soup and started coughing. When he finally got himself together we shot me a look.

"Why on earth would you do that?" He asks me incredulous, like Mrs. Matthews was in fact the worst human being that ever set foot on Earth.

"She went to school with her dad." Says Christina joining us.

"Did they date?!" Zeke asks.

"No! At least I think they didn't. And I hope not..." I say. "This conversation dies here. I don't want to hear another word about this, god!"

They all laugh.

"She went to school with your dad. Hilarious." Zeke trails off.

As soon as lunch was over, Christina and I are in our dorm when I decide to ask her to use her cellphone.

She mumbles her usual "You have to get one yourself.", but lends it to me anyway.

Mom picks up at the second ring, "Beatrice?" She asks. Ten calls before this one, I told her to save Christina's number, because I'm certain it'll be the only number I'll use to call her. After the usual talk about me, my friends and my grades I finally decide to get to the point.

"Can I stay here for Thanksgiving?" I think. Such an easy question to ask.

"Hey, hm, Mom?" I ask.

She sighs but adds, "Why do I have the feeling you are going to ask me for something, sweetie?"

I open my mouth, ready to ask her, but I realize I can't. I can't ask her. I can't ask her to stay here during thanksgiving. I'm being selfish, I'm only thinking of myself. I might want to stay here just to be with Tobias and just because Christina asked me, but I know I should spend these few days with my family. The family I haven't seen since September. It has been more than two months since I've last seen them. I need to go home.

"I need to hang up, sorry. Love you, see you on Monday." I say.

"Goodbye honey, love you too." She says and hangs up.

I walk over to Christina and give her her phone back. She asks me if I can stay here during Thanksgiving and I end up telling her the truth.

"You see, some family traditions stick with us no matter what." I tell her. "My family doesn't celebrate things the way most of you do. Sometimes, we don't even celebrate at all. But Thanksgiving is different. It always has been."

She nods in acknowledgement and asks when am I leaving.

"Monday." I reply. "Don't miss me too much."

"You know I will." She says and hugs me.

"God, Christina. It seems like I'm going to another school. It's just a couple of days, they'll be over soon." I tell her.

"I know, I know. But I'll miss you anyway!" She says. "Oh, and Tris?"

"Yea?"

"Since you're going home... I don't know... Can Will sleep here?" She asks softly.

"Yes, sure." I reply without giving it a second thought, but when I see that smile starting to spread all over her face I know she is up to no good. Deciding not to ask her, I turn up the volume of her iPod and we both start dancing like crazy all over our room.

Now that this chapter is done, you are free to kill me for taking two months to update. As you know, I've been out of ideas and time, so I basically forced myself to finish this chapter today.

Just another thing, I want to thank dweedledoo for the suggestion she gave me c:

liv x